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I'm watchin' him and I'm watched myself an' Ellen's watched. He has hardly a house to put his head in; but nabockish! I'll bring you an' him together ay, dher manim, an' I'll make him give you the first blow; afther that, if you don't give him one, it's your own fau't." "Get the money first, granny. I won't give him the blow till it is safe."
He'd gang wi' a collie ower miles o' country in roarin' weather, an' he'd aye fetch the lost sheep hame. The auld moil was nane so weel furnished i' the heid, but bairnies and beasts were unco' fond o' 'im. It wasna his fau't that Bobby was aye at his heels. The lassie wad 'a' been after'im, gin 'er mither had permeeted it." Mr.
She evaded his touch, asking how his parents had taken his enlistment. On his answering 'Dear, dear! she cried, with more horror than she may have felt, 'an here ye are, wastin' the precious time in triflin' conversation wi' me! 'It's you that's daein' the triflin', he retorted, with sudden spirit; 'an' it's your fau't I'm here noo instead o' at hame. 'Well, I never! she cried.
"The impidence o' the fallow! He has his leave: what for disna he tak' it an' gang? But oot o' this gang he sail. To ca' a man like mine a heepocreet 'cause he wadna procleem till a haul market ilka secret fau't o' the horse he had to sell! Haith, he cam' upo' the wrang side o' the sheet to play the lord and maister here! and that I can tell him!"
He hung up the new English saddle, and sat down before the blazing hearth without speaking a word. "What detained you so long, James? You ought to have had half an acre of land, at least, ploughed to-day." "Verra true, mistress; it was nae fau't o' mine. I had mista'en the hour; the funeral did na come in afore sundoon, an' I cam' awa' as sune as it was owre." "Was it any relation of yours?"
"I was at the school wi' him, and never saw onything to fin' fau't wi'." "Ow na, lassie. Ye had naething to do fin'in' fau't wi' him. His father was a douce man, an' maybe a God-fearin' man, though he made but sma' profession. I think we're whiles ower sair upo' some o' them that promises little, and maybe does the mair.
And it appears the villain takes delight in it, an' makes lashins of money by the trade." "Nancy Gallaher, dear." "And were you ever married, Nancy?" "If I wasn't the fau't was my own, ahagur! but I'll tell you more about that some day. No, then, I was not, thank God!" "Thank God! Well, throth, it's a quare thing to thank God for that, at any rate." This, of course, was parenthetical.
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